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I met his gaze unflinchingly. “I don't have an obligation to tell you about everything in my life, Dante.” Dante's features tightened slightly. “I agree. We are nothing to each other, so don't expect me to go easy on you,” his voice had an edge that sent chills up my spine. “If you can't play hard, you should go home, Miss Westfield.” This i***t of a man. I was trying to go home. That was why I had to seal this deal. A deal he was so determined to ruin with his hard-headedness. “That’s bullshit and you know it,” I enunciated, stabbing at his chest. “The only reason you are doing this is because of my date with Jordan.” Dante covered my hand with his before tugging me closer to him, so much that I literally slammed into his chest. “No,” his voice was a whisper that raised the hairs o
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